I DO IT BETTER

By kitz

On BLUEFUSION

Released on March 17, 2024

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[Pre-Chorus]

Yeah, diamond from home, might fit in a bag (I love you, NT)

Damn, hopped in her coupe and I ruined her back

Damn, come with the killers, like who is that?

Fuck it, I'll call you a cab, damn

Brand new bitch hit a handstand


[Chorus]

My brand new bitch hit a grand slam

New bitch on Shannon Briggs, let's go champ

I'm the type to come in and ruin your plans

Bitch, you is a zombie, yeah, shit with the plans

I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands

I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands

I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands

I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands

Hee-hee, type shit you never wanna see, see

Money count say B, B

I'm right out of Comp', she won't leave me

I'm 'bout to blow up likе TNT

Got forty bad bitches in a B&B

Got a hundred-some girls wanna sleep with mе

Always up on her phone, want a picture with me


[Refrain]

Bitch, I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Damn)


[Verse]

Talk on the gang, we'll need the Beretta

Both of your pockets still getting lesser, and lesser, and lesser

Got a new ho, kinda looking like Zetra

I move like Tempa, I killed a pussy boy, he up on a stretcher

I'm gunning away, bitch, they call me Young Strapper

They counting me out, like Morale and his steppers

I'm in a lab (I'm in a lab), bitch, I'm in the lab, I feel like Dexter

How she the one for you when it all laughter?

She gon' bum out like a motherfucking lever (Yeah)


[Pre-Chorus]

Yeah, diamond from home, might fit in the bag (Woo)

Damn, hopped in her coupe and I ruined her back

Damn, come with the killers, like who is that?

Fuck it, I'll call you a cab, damn

Brand new bitch hit a handstand


[Chorus]

My brand new bitch hit a grand slam

New bitch on Shannon Briggs, let's go champ

I'm the type to come in and ruin your plans

Bitch, you is a zombie, yeah, shit with the plans

I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands

I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands

I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands

I need a hundred-somethin' of them bands

Hee-hee, type shit you never wanna see, see

Money count say B, B

I'm right out of Comp', she won't leave me

I'm 'bout to blow up like TNT

Got forty bad bitches in a B&B

Got a hundred-some girls wanna sleep with me

Always up on her phone, want a picture with me


[Refrain]

Bitch, I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

Bitch, I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

Bitch, I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

Bitch, I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Ayy)

I do it better (Ayy), I do it better (Damn)